[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

When the police lifted up Kyosuke Fudo unconsciously and were about to carry him to the police car, a blood flower suddenly burst out from his forehead.

Vermouth confirmed through the scope that the doctor who dared to attack her goddaughter was dead and could not die any more, and snorted with relief.

She turned the scope and looked in the direction of Sangria. The young man with black hair and black eyes turned his head as if he had sensed something, smiled accurately in her direction, and blinked.

Tsk, another little monster with amazing intuition.

Vermouth quickly disassembled the sniper rifle in her hand, put it into the guitar case beside her, pressed the hat on her head, and swaggered away with a non-mainstream rock youth disguise.

She received a message from Wakagi Ryo, so she squatted here with a sniper rifle to ambush Kyosuke Fudo.

Wakagi Ryo, of course, could not kill the doctor directly in front of Conan, but he also could not let Kyosuke Fudo fall into the hands of the police.

Otherwise, the doctor's confession would not be favorable to him.

One wanted to protect his vest, and the other wanted to vent his anger for his beloved goddaughter.

So the two bottles of wine with low purity reached a tacit understanding between each other.

After recording the confession and sending Xiaolan and Conan home, Wakagi Ryo saw Maori Kogoro, who ran away in the name of investigating the case at noon, being pressed on a chair by the smiling Kisaki Eri, enjoying his late exclusive midnight snack.

Although Wakagi Ryo used illusion to fool him at noon and actually didn't touch a bite, it didn't prevent him from seeing the two wide noodles on Maori Kogoro's face and feeling happy.

After returning home, Wakagi Ryo happily counted today's income, and then clicked on various live broadcast rooms before going to bed, and looked at the growth of all the little leeks with concern.

Hey, Teacher Judy is so tenacious.

Wakagi Ryo fixed his perspective on Akai Shuichi.

James temporarily returned to the United States, because one of his arms was blown off that time, and he needed to go back to get himself a prosthesis.

Perhaps the next time he appears, James will evolve into a brand new James Winter Soldier Blake.

As for Judy, although James did not say it clearly, Shuichi Akai and Judy both knew that she was basically abandoned.

Otherwise, there is no reason not to bring her with him when James returns to the United States this time.

After all, the high-end medical level of the United States is still better than that of Japan.

Shuichi Akai did not know how to take Judy to a private clinic of considerable size in the neighboring Beihu City. Judy's injuries did not heal, but they did not continue to worsen.

Barely relying on Judy's amazing will to survive, she was hanging on for a breath.

Since she survived like this, why not save Teacher Judy, after all, she is not a devil.

Moreover, the more leeks, the better, right?

When Judy cursed him in her heart, she was quite generous with her emotional value.

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Genda Private Clinic

Wakagi Ryo slipped in from the back door of the hospital wearing a mask and opening a small map.

It was lunch time now. Except for a few nurses patrolling the ward, most patients and doctors were resting. The corridor seemed a bit empty, which provided great convenience for his infiltration.

Judy was lying in an intensive care unit.

Akai Shuichi was not there.

After all, he couldn't be with Judy 24 hours a day, so Wakagi Ryo came here specially when he went out to buy lunch.

He asked Moran to temporarily black out the monitoring equipment in the ward, and then looked at Judy in the ward. After finding that she was awake, he took off the mask and smiled politely at Judy.

With Sangria's face.

Judy: ! ! ! !

She instinctively struggled on the bed, and was easily suppressed by Ruo Mu Liang with one hand.

Ruo Mu Liang took out a small knife, and in Judy's horrified eyes, carefully cut open the bandages that almost covered her whole body, and then took out a small spray bottle filled with green liquid, yes, that's right, it was the healing spell diluted with water that each core member of the winery had.

He sprayed at Judy wildly.

Well, why not just throw away the healing spell? Of course, it's because the effect of the diluted healing spell is a little worse, so he has enough time to run away.

Akai Shuichi is already on the way, he doesn't want to be beaten by the FBI's men and women.

This is a treatment he has never enjoyed in the winery.

Judy's wounds were slowly healing, and Ruo Mu Liang shook the bottle and found that there was still a small half bottle of liquid left.body, then pulled out the spray head from the bottle, pinched Judy's chin, and poured all the remaining liquid into her mouth.

After finishing, Ruomu Liang clapped his hands, threw the spray bottle in his hand into the trash can, and then knocked Judy unconscious with a palm, put on a mask, and left directly.

Of course, he did not forget to use skills to clean up the traces before leaving.

No matter when, facing these local cheaters, you can't be too careless.

Akai Shuichi didn't expect that he just went to buy a lunch box, and Judy had an accident only about five minutes after leaving.

Judy was unconscious, the quilt on the bed was opened, looking messy, and the bandages on her body were cut to pieces.

The scene was a bit 18+ for a while.

Akai Shuichi froze at the door for 5 seconds, then stepped forward to cover Judy with the quilt again, and stretched out his hand to pinch Judy's philtrum.

When Wakagi Ryo knocked Judy unconscious, he didn't hit her too hard, so she woke up quickly and instinctively punched the person in front of her.

Akai Shuichi blocked Judy's fist. This time, she tried her best, and Akai Shuichi felt a little pain in her palm.

"What happened to your injury?"

He naturally found that Judy's external injuries had healed, and judging from the strength of this punch, the damaged internal organs should have recovered.

"Sangria, he came over, and then..."

Akai Shuichi glanced at a familiar three-no small spray bottle in the trash can, and a small amount of green liquid remained at the bottom of the spray bottle.

He recognized that it was Sangria's homemade wound medicine.

The effect was as good as fake medicine.

When he was still Rye, he also had such a three-no small spray bottle.

However, after returning to China, this bottle was taken away by his boss in the name of scientific research, and he never saw it again.

"Why didn't he kill me?"

Judy was puzzled. Five minutes ago, she could easily have been killed by any local murderer, let alone Sangria.

Shuichi Akai frowned and said nothing, but he had a vague guess in his heart.

Is it... possible?

"Anyway, it's not safe here now. I'll take you away."

Shuichi Akai didn't even bother to eat his lunch box. He turned around and went out for a while. Not long after, he changed into a cleaner's clothes and came back, and threw Judy a set of intact hospital gowns.

After she changed her clothes, she asked Judy to hide in the cleaning cart he pushed over, and the two FBI members quietly slipped out of the private clinic.

Ryo Wakagi counted today's income and nodded with satisfaction.

Sangria's baby face is really getting better and better. Everyone who knows his winery vest will consciously give him a screen after seeing this face.

It's very nice.

He answered the phone that was buzzing.

"Brother Ruomu, Conan was shot and is in the hospital."

Ryomu Ryo: ? ? ?

Isn't it just a normal scratch? According to Conan's tough physique, this level of scratch can be healed after a good sleep.

"Today, the doctor took Conan and Ayumi's group of kids out camping. It seems that Genta and the others ran into gangsters carrying corpses while exploring the cave. Conan was accidentally shot while escaping with them and is now waiting for a blood transfusion in the hospital."

Ryomu Ryo: ...

彳亍口巴.

I haven't posted pictures for a long time. I'll secretly post a picture of Teacher Judy without anyone noticing.